• I want someone to come.

    Someone who isn't afraid of the gaping

    holes

    of me m
    or y.

    Someone who can leap and jump

    through
    deep p u ddle s of regret,

    to see

    spiders that reside

    inside.

    Perhaps, someone with a broom

    who could sweep away

    cobwebsofwordsallstrung

    together.

    Someone who knows how to create a window

    to let the warmth of the sun

    shine

    onto this now empty, clean

    room.